Repeating cycle

I don’t give my heart up to anyone

I guess I can thank you for that

You made me feel like I was yours without being yours

I became so cold to this world

All because we were raised differently

I grew up with love

And you grew up to survive

What you thought was love wasn’t love at all

It was a mask that was put on in front of you

What happened behind closed doors was something different

So your perspective on love changed

And every woman that came across your path

Had to put up with that

We could see the pain in your eyes so all we gave you was love and we received pain in return

See the cycle has to change or you will keep bleeding on people who never cut you

Not every love is the same

Sorry for the false booty call

You chose her really? after everything we’ve been through ? I came to surprise you but apparently my booty call had a booty call I couldn’t believe it I told you I wanted to put it down because I wasn’t around When you needed it You played the both of us You wasn’t even my man for you to lie to me I just wanted to show you loyalty like I owed that to myself But you had to go and ruin it How could you do this to me ? Her head game must be strong because I thought for certain that this time would be different Oh Mr. out of town with her huh? I was the one who was taking you out the city! Or were you just using her too? To pay for your gas or give you money for food? You know what fuck it then she can have you All You do is take and take Nothing ever breaks even I dodge a bullet and I’m free now Ain’t it funny when a certain person ain’t around and good things start to flow? I’m building and you ain’t around to see it I’ve been in her shoes and it’s a dead end And I’m just learning how to live again

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We were raised differently

I want to be mad at my momma but why? Be mad at shit that happened years ago? Or am I mad cause she keeps repeating the same cycle.. Apologise and do it all again... But she’s not really apologetic she laughs it off Sometimes I wish that I was raised by a black momma Black women are raised differently.... they move differently Beautiful, strong, educated At least they know about their history See Mexican families are raised differently

Boys grow up to be men Girls are raised to be women and look after their men Reproduce Taught to work hard and provide Uneducated to teach their young ones Daddy tried to help me but all my answers were wrong... So I had to ask for help Going to after school programs Getting pulled out of class to go to a special class Man I hated it! College? Ain’t even an option man forget it The outside world already hates me for the colour of my skin.. brown I don’t even know about my history so how am I supposed to defend it ?

I have Mexican parents who taught me how to be a woman but not to fight in this world for what’s mine I have Mexican parents that grew up poor I have Mexican parents who came to This country not knowing a lick of English I have Mexican parents who worked hard to put food on the table and clothes on my back I just want something to believe in were supposed to fight together in this world momma not have me move alone in this world momma like our skin tone don’t match like I don’t have your eyes or your thin hair like we don’t share the same smile Don’t...make...me... move.. alone..momma